A Gusty Windy Day

• Tahlia Parisella, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Its a gusty windy day,the huge powerful winds blow my hair around in a pestering way.
The rustling leaves in the trees make noises like the sea when the waves crash at the beach.The branches are swinging and swaying like dancers on a stage.It sounds like a lion roaring at the zoo when its hungry.
The puffy white clouds shoot off with the wind.
Suddenly a huge crack is heard and a bulky branch falls to the sandy gardens which are now destroyed.
My ears were really cold.My arms were crossed,I was shivering.
After one squally hour of lively winds it subsided and I went inside.